4:8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir
and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.

4:9You have ravished my heart, my sister,
my bride.
You have ravished my heart with one of
your eyes,
With one chain of your neck.

4:10How beautiful is your love, my
sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine!
The fragrance of your perfumes than all
manner of spices!

4:11Your lips, my bride, drip like the
honeycomb.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The smell of your garments is like the
smell of Lebanon.

4:12A locked up garden is my sister, my
bride;
A locked up spring,
A sealed fountain.

4:13Your shoots are an orchard of
pomegranates, with precious fruits:
Henna with spikenard plants,4:14Spikenard and saffron,Calamus and
cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the best
spices,4:15A fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
Flowing streams from Lebanon.

Beloved

4:16Awake, north wind; and come, you
south;
Blow on my garden, that
its spices may flow out.

Let my beloved come into
his garden,
And taste his precious fruits.

Lover

5:1I have come into my garden, my sister,
my bride.
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Friends

Eat, friends!
Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

Beloved

5:2I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove,
my undefiled;
For my head is filled with dew,
My hair with the dampness of the night.

5:3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must
I put it on?
I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I
soil them?

5:4My beloved thrust his hand in through
the latch opening.
My heart pounded for him.

5:5I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.

7:4Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
which looks toward Damascus.7:5Your head on you is like Carmel,
The hair of your head like purple;
The king is held captive in its tresses.